Author's Notes:

Enjoy everyone!

“What the fuck?!”

The group found their gazes darting back and forth between the servants, the palace, and a clearly frustrated Shiro.

“My grandmother arranged this, I just know it,” he grumbled.

“Shiro…” Sweetie started, eyeing some of the maid that weren’t hiding their attraction to her boyfriend. She might not care if he had fun with other girls just as he didn’t mind her doing so with other guys, but she didn’t like the “piece of meat” look in these girls eyes. “What is all this about?”

“I wish I could answer,” Shiro said. “But my grandmother’s magic is beyond my skills to break.”

A butler who appeared older and more senior of rank stepped forward and bowed.

“All will be explained to them master Shiro.” He sent a look at the maid and they pouted but walked off. “If you and your friends could follow me.”

The butler turned and entered the palace with Shiro motioning for his friends to follow. After exchanging looks of confusion, they all did so. Rarity walked up next to her sister and Shiro.

“We don’t have anything to worry about, do we?” Shiro laughed a little at that.

“In terms of safety, no. In terms of sanity...maybe. My family is eccentric. Where do you think I get it from?” Rarity sent him a look.

“Are they as dirty minded as you?” She asked seriously. Sweetie was about to respond in her boyfriend’s defense when Diamond sent her a message via chat.

“Perhaps they are,” Sweetie said. “But so what. Oh! Did you have to take any “extra measurements” when fitting Spike’s pants?”

Rarity went crimson and inadvertently looked back at the Dracokin. He hadn’t heard. Shiro bit back a laugh as he responded to Rarity.”

“I’m not dirty minded,” Shiro said. “I just have a different view on sex. And no. You don’t have to worry about that. We are meeting my dad’s side of the family. I get those views from my mom’s side.”

Diamond decided to butt in at this.

“So does that mean we have to protect our boyfriends from her side?” She had a teasing smile on her lips. Shiro wasn’t going to back down without a fight.

“Do you really mean protect? Or are you planning an orgy with them?” Diamond wasn’t one to be out done.

“Depends if your mom is a MILF or not,” she said as she stuck out her tongue. Spike reached up and grabbed the back of Diamond’s shirt to pull her back. Shiro laughed at their antics as Micro peaked around the people in front of him.

“How much longer is this hallway?” He asked. They hadn’t passed any other doors. Was half this huge palace this one hall?

“I was merely waiting for you to finish your conversation,” the butler said. Suddenly a pair of doors appear from nowhere.

“The heck!” Peppermint gasped.

“You get used to things like this,” Sugar said. While the entire group had been surprised, those who’d been on more adventures were less shaken. The butler opened the door and revealed a stuffed banquet hall. A table completely laden with food and lining all sides of the table were dozens of tough looking warriors. Armor and weapons clanged as the warriors, both men and women, reached for food and drink. The sound was almost deafening.

Shiro was about to respond to his friends’ shocked reactions, when the butler spoke in a voice that seemed almost too loud for the older man.

“Introducing his royal highness! Prince Shiro Tora Thorson and his guests!”

A loud cheer went up from the group as mugs were raised and many warriors greeted the group. Shiro rubbed his face with his hands before looking at his friends. They were all staring at him with jaws dropped. Not even Micro and Chara’s Gamer’s Mind hid their shock.

“Hehe….surprise?”

“Surprise!?” Sweetie practically shrieked. “Shiro! You never mentioned you being a prince.”

“Well,” Shiro said. “I’m only fourth in line.”

“Dude,” Chara said. “A prince is a prince.”

“Well I just don’t like making a big deal of it all,” Shiro said. “It’s not that I’m not proud of it but…”

Sweetie gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“I get it,” she said. “And you couldn’t warn us because of your grandma’s magic?”

Shiro nodded. He was about to thank her when everyone heard Rarity gasp.

“I fucked a prince.”

Everyone stared at the normally refined Rarity and she turned pure crimson, covering her mouth. Sweetie just shrugged.

“And I’m fucking a prince. Your point?” Rarity was no longer red from embarrassment, but anger.

“What was that…” she was about to tear into Shiro when Sweetie used wind magic to float at eye level to her sister.

“Don’t even think about it. I waited a heck of a lot longer than you did with him.”

Rarity was stunned. She was shocked her sister would be this...vicious. Shiro put a hand on Sweetie’s arm.

“Dear...it’s ok. Calm down.”

Sweetie took a deep breath and sighed. Letting the magic flow out of her.

“Sorry Rarity,” she said sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to bring it up like that.”

Rarity swallowed hard but nodded.

“And I...I shouldn’t have snapped. You were right...and I trust you.”

Sweetie then turned to Shiro.

“I hope none of your family saw me snap like that,” she said blushing. Shiro smirked at her.

“Trust me, they would love that spitfire attitude that I love of yours.” She giggled and rested her head against his chest. Then he spoke up again. “I also stopped you because I didn’t know if you realized your wind magic was lifting your skirt up.”

Sweetie looked up at him and then around. Not only her friends, but also a few of the nearby warriors were staring. She rolled her eyes.

“You’d think no one ever saw a hot ass before.” Shiro laughed and the nearby warriors (including some of the females) all roared with laughter as well.

“If you’ve finished entertaining the warriors down there,” a voice boomed from the other side of the room. “Then we would like to greet them ourselves.”

Shiro sighed and led the group to the other end of the table. Three thrones stood with three figures on them. One was an older woman who looked to be in her 50’s but you’d probably be hard pressed to find someone who wouldn’t call her attractive. The other woman was younger, probably her 30’s. She looked to be of Japanese descent. The other throne was occupied by a man. Muscles rippled under his tight armor. He had long blonde hair and a very manly beard. The main thing that drew the attention of the guests, was the hammer next to the throne. Micro and Chara were staring above the man’s head. Shiro cleared his throat and turned to his friends.

“Everyone, I would like to introduce my parents. This is my mom, Kitakaze. And this is my father...Thor Odinson, the king of Asgard.”